(Continuing From Where Last Chapter Left Off, Universe 6's Planet Sadala. . .)

As normal, the clouds above now ashen in color were constant on the move. The majority of the planet seemed to have lost its color, the soil turning brittle while the once green plants seemed to have turned gray due to being devoid of nourishment. The leaves that had fallen were carried across the terrain of destroyed buildings, the silence within it becoming deafening. It was quiet but only for a single moment as the above the city erupted a large sonic boom as white stream of light seemed to have dodge an incoming projectile that ripped through the air. A loud boom resonated and echoed, with the only thing accompanying it was a white, anomaly crashing into the debris below moments later. From what one could see was the clean cut made on its severed wings while the white light continued to push onward. Within it was the man who was responsible for such a feat, his breathing slowing in and out as he continued onward towards more opposition. All around him were nothing but explosions that littered the sky and sounds of fists crashing into each other. This. . .this was an all out war.

From what he could see from his right, a Namekian had dodge narrowly a slash from a blade of light before stepping in to grab the creature by the throat. Then in a span of a second, he extended his arms and practically used the creature to smash into the ones that surrounded him. On another was one of the generals, Galalang, whose large frame and toughness allowed him to bat away several of them into a multitude of buildings with a single swing while at the same time grabbing another with one hand by the head before a rattling crack was heard and its body went limp. Once Galalang acknowledged the kill, he forcefully threw the creature like a baseball, the result being him blowing through what looked like a sea of them that came hurling towards him.

As the man took note of this, could distinctively feel danger coming towards him until a sound of metal piercing through flew was heard behind him. He turned, only to see the second General, Gherk stabbing through a creature who looked to have tried to sneak behind him with a energy like spear. Wasting no time, Gherk withdrew his spear out of the creature's gut before kicking it to the ground just like the numerous other corpses that littered below that would soon be burned to a crisp by the metalmen who fought on the ground with the Tuffles and Romalians. Chaos was the only word to describe how things had escalated and Gherk could only grimace before taking off to fly side by side with the one who he protected, "Are you okay, King Sadala?"

"Of course I am, why did you leave your position on the left wing?" King Sadala replied.

"My apologies but I couldn't let you get stabbed in the back," Gherk admitted though the stern glare for a better answer was what he got in return, "Not good enough, huh?"

King Sadala growled, "Damn straight."

"To be frank, King Sadala. The formation itself is proving to slowly dissolve as the enemy continues to increase in numbers. Simply splitting up our forces into small groups would only equate to the same as separating cattle to be slaughtered. Our men are barely able to keep up the aggression to keep the enemy from overwhelming us but we are slowly becoming exhausted," Gherk explained.

The king clenched his teeth, knowing full well that this was one of the more likely scenarios to occur. The formation itself was meant to deal with enemy armies that were either too large in size or too well equipped. Furthermore, it heavily relied on the quality of the troop deployed as well, which he had no doubt that his men along with the Namekians and superior tech of the tuffles and Romalians were practically unrivaled. The only issue was that. . .their enemy seemed to be limitless in numbers. Limitless and strong to be frank and while they weren't the brightest knives, they still possessed quite a bit of combat experience from the looks of it. King Sadala, grunted, "Things won't go nowhere at this rate. . ."

He thought more and more, his eyes scurrying around the battlefield filled with a mixture of war cries and bloody ones, as if the solution to the problem could be solved by some miracle that he was missing within the enemy's strategy. However, none were noticeable. His eyes scrunted with annoyance while he seemingly disregarded some of the enemies approaching him with their spears in hand. Gherk's eyes widened as he noticed the position they were in. They were spread apart yet in a more strategic manner. One that was meant to cut off all forms of escape as each of them were ready to hurl their projectiles to skewer them where they currently were. Instinctively they both stopped dead in their tracks, though the king's expression was seen to be deadpanned despite the situation. Gherk swallowed audible, eyes darting from left to right to find an opening. However, he felt that if he so much as attempted to move, then those things wouldn't hesitate any longer and. . .

"Damn it. . ., my king we're surrounded," Gherk notified, his words seemingly falling into deaf ears. He merely looked up in response, his glare evident at all those who surrounded him. His hands clenched and unclenched with a magenta like electricity crackling around his wrist and hand. A situation where one finds themselves back into a corner? An army of seemingly limitless divine, holy soldiers? What was all that. . .? What could all that possibly mean. . .? As if to answer and reassure their demise, the creatures that bare the characteristics of a holy anomaly cocked back ready to thrust, however, they all seemingly froze on instinct. What one could see from the normal lens were two men ready to meet their end. However, from another view, danger was all they could feel. A predator was arising and it was emitting eyes dangerously as though anyone who'd dare stand in their way would be obliterated with no questions asked and as if those creatures who bore no emotion before were already beginning to feel tense. . .all that single predator had to do was raise his hand to shoulder length from the side of him in order to instill it: Fear.

The magenta-like electricity began to become more erratic, the power surging through King Sadala's body that caused his muscles to bulge. His eyes began to glow, crackling the same type of electricity that danced through the air and caused his own general to shiver at the power he felt. It wasn't his first time but damn. . .it sure has been a long time. A long time since he's felt his king unleash his full power. He nervously smirked while King Sadala tensed his open palm to cause the electricity to gather at the center. With an audible breath of exertion, the power gathered exploded forth from his open palm and took shape as he motioned his hand in front of him. Expansion, elongation, curving, and sharpening. All until it formed what was a weapon that resembled pure power made completely from his Ki alone. A weapon that knew no rival other than the gods, one constructed from the technique passed down from the Sadala kings in the past to their successors. One worthy of a King of the Saiyans as the name left his mouth to call upon it, "You all are a nuisance! Vajra!" Without wasting any more time, the energy exploded forth in a blinding flash of light that was too fast for one with the normal eyes to even perceive it. Though, the only sound was that of a lightning bolt that thundered throughout the battlefield. Everyone's attention was drawn towards it, the lighting dialing down only for it to reveal hundreds upon hundreds of holy corpses falling to the ground due to them being bisected. They were all shocked, surprised that even such a thing was possible while a single man stood at the very center. Two, crimson energy blades, irregular in shape due to each indenting inward at what looked to be the hilt with two prongs sticking out of a crescent curvature that was formed yet were emitting a sound of high-frequency were held firmly by the palm of his hands.

His aura surrounded his body as his eyes paid no mind to all the eyes on him. Even Gherk, who was next to him didn't seem to garner his attention as he knew that using this technique meant that he was serious, "Swords That Can Cleave The Sky, Vajra. From what I remember, it was a technique used by the ancient kings of Sadala back when conflict was high. The swords created by this technique are made of pure lightning produced by the users Ki and condensed to the point that they can cut through even the stars. It's even gained a reputation as the strongest, energy sword technique created, earning praises from the God of Destruction as well. . ."

"Gherk," King Sadala said, his words snapping his General out of his thoughts, "I want you to fall back and lead the others to take care of the garbage as quickly as possible."

"My king, then what about—" Gherk began, believing that this wasn't the time to play hero until he noticed the dangerous looking glare he gave him.

The king of Saiyans hailing from universe 6 growled a bit, "Did I stutter. . .?" Gherk shivered from where he was and nodded.

"N-no, considered done," He quickly said before taking off to fall back with the others.

Once he was out of sight, the king himself exhaled a bit in relief before turning his way to face towards where the target should be. He could've probably got a good look of it from where he was now. . .if it wasn't for a certain someone standing in his way. His eyes narrowed, "Now that he's out of the way, I can finally get to you. . ." Staring back down at him were a pair of sharp eyes that were owned by a man who wore a well-downed cloak patterned with a green outline. He seemed normal yet from first glance alone and the fact that those things weren't attacking him said one thing: he's dangerous. There was a small moment of silence between them and King Sadala couldn't help but feel he was being analyzed until he noticed him raise his hands. The motion itself caused him to tense, his instinct readying for battle until. . .

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

Slow but yet gradual clapping sounds was all he could hear. He stood confused, the man before him just applauding enthusiastically instead of engaging in a fight to the death immediately on sight. Tension seemed to die down all at once and the man who had yet to introduce himself only smiled widely which oddly began to tick him off before he even spoke, "Wonderful! Splendid show if I must say! I'm colored impressed that someone like you existed among your race! If I had met you earlier then you most certainly would have been a more worthy candidate! Say, are you by any chance the leader of this, uh, rebellion!?" Feeling a bit irked by how relaxed he was, King Sadala fought the urge to go straight in for the kill. He had to be cautious.

"Of course, I'm the king of this planet, King Sadala. State your name," He demanded.

However, the man hummed and tapped his chin as if he had to think hard on this, "Hmm, name. . .name. . . .name. Well, I'm not sure why you'd want my name but, oh well. I'm Krugel, an envoy if you want to be specific. I've come to find a worthy candidate on this rock and I must say, it took longer than I thought but it was worth the trouble after all."

"Candidate. . .?" the king repeated with an annoyed raised eyebrow.

"Ah, I forgot, you lot wouldn't know about the higher order. Well, finding someone to handle the power of the kings is difficult enough but we only needed one more to fill in the slot. Do you know how many planets I had to destroy? How many times did I have to unleash the Mara only to clean them up later? I swear, at least you guys were worth something unlike that last planet. Not only that, it's hard to only use my mortal power in order to not get caught and all," Krugel complained, seemingly oblivious to the look of disdain that he was receiving. However, he shrugged it off and extended out his hand with a cheerful grin, "Say, if you all surrender now and forfeit your kingly role or whatever then I'll gladly put an end to this squabble! Your race's talents will be of more use to us than under the docrain of some lazy god!"

Hearing this, King Sadala couldn't help but snarl and sneer at him. His face morphed into one of pure rage. First, he had the audacity to waltz right up to him with some form of aloof attitude as his people were dying and suffering for a whole week. Then he had the gall to demand for him to surrender and subjugate themselves to him as if nothing happened? This was why he always told his wife: when he dislikes someone at first glance, it's better to just kill them anyways. He didn't even bother giving a long reply as only two words left his mouth, "You're dead. . ."

Crackling lighting erupted all around him, his body heating up as he propelled himself forwards so fast that all the Mara behind Krugel didn't have time to react. He closed the distance before the light could possibly register upon Krugel's face that shifted from a cheerful look to a smug smirk that was unfazed by the blades of destruction inches before his face. Nevertheless, his confidence wasn't for farce as his body casually dodge slightly to the left to avoid the slash meant to cleave him in two. However, from that vertical slash alone was enough to send a slash wave that either sliced the Mara or disintegrated them completely as it stretched from the sky to the ground below. Impressed, Krugel whistled before ducking under an immediate horizontal slash that responded, the result similar to before instead this time. . .several mountains in the distance had their tops sliced clean off in a matter of a single second.

"Wow, such destructive force," Krugel commented before noticing the king go in for another swing without mercy. However, he simply smirked and intercepted his arm that was coming straight down at him before it could enact the full motion. He leaned forward, now face to face with the snarl directed his way and said with amusement, "Since you can't seem to be able to mitigate the amount of power you unleash from each swing, allow me to help you limit the damage you'll cause."

King Sadala could swear his blood vessels were going to pop from the underlying insult, "Screw you!" He roared, his body turning to brush off the hold they were in before coming full circle into a side kick that struck air as Krugel simply flew backwards to gain some distance. However, his predator that was chasing him gave him no room and was already on top of him at full speed. He could only snicker with each swing that he began intercepting as if he were trying to prove a point. These energy weapons were powerful indeed, even for him to acknowledge. But just like any weapon, if one doesn't meet the full motion of their swing then the power can be easily nullified before it's released. This is more apparent with swords in particular which is why it was so. . .so. . .simple. A diagonal slash came down and all he had to do was intercept with a counter, open-hand strike to the elbow. Then came a horizontal strike which was stopped by simply grabbing the forearm before it could fully extend and immediately counter with a quick jab to the chest that knocked some wind out of the man. However, he'd had to admit that despite the blow, he was still relentless and pushed onward.

Streams of red and silver light danced across the sky with counters and blows matching each other to create several shockwaves that echoed throughout the planet. To many who could see the sight, only one thing was certain and agreed upon. The battlefield they found on was one for the strong and the one that was fought on a sky even higher above was one for the strongest. That said, most made a mental note not to draw too close otherwise they'd be caught in the crossfire.


(Meanwhile, With The Other Forces Who Were Watching From The Left Side. . .)

Gherk hurried and slivered his way through the battlefield after heading his king's order. It wasn't long before he left that he could hear the sounds of the great storm taking place behind him but he didn't dare to take a second to look away. He is in the middle of a bloodbath afterall. One mistake would very well cost him his life. One prime example was his instinct flaring to life, causing him to duck under a projectile meant to skewer him into the binding next to him. Without hesitation or care on who it was, he spun around and swung his long-spear into several of the monstrosities that they were combating, his strike slashing deep and pushing them through several of the destroyed buildings. He took a breath, both in and out before finally taking a glance above. Observing patiently, he could tell that the king's decision was not for not. Despite pushing himself at full-throttle without so much of a break, his destructive attacks were effortly cleaving away at the enemy's numbers who dared to get close to the fight. With so many of them huddling up towards the target, many were already either bisected or vaporized. Which led a gap open to seize control.

His eyes glistened at the sight, a nice open yet vacant opening created as soon as the two streams of light relocated across the sky. It was a golden opportunity and despite their enemy being seemingly limitless in numbers, Gherk could deduce that it wasn't instant. This. This was their chance. He turned behind him, noticing that a good number of troops had dealt with their respective battles despite their injuries. It was all or nothing, "Men!" His loud shout drew the divided and undivided attention of all those who could hear him.

"The path of victory is now without our sights! All thanks to our king's valiant effort to take on the main charge!" Gherk informed, his body tensing as his focus was heightened. He had to do this, it was now or never and may be the only chance they'll get, "I'll take the lead! Follow me down the path of death to indulge in the lake of victory!

Valiantly, his roarful speech was all that they could hear as he took forward at full speed, leaving the fierce battle-cries of his comrade who would soon follow with the same amount of vigor. He had already steeled himself, his long-spear in hand as he could see numerous of the creatures flock together like bees trying to protect their nest. Nevertheless, the general pressed forward, his expression unwavering at the sight of their numbers. With his king preoccupied, someone had to take up the mantle to lead when crucial. This was a job that was only entrusted to him in these times. He's done it before and he'll do it again. With a loud shout, he swung his spear, the sound of clashing metal against unimaginable heat resonated as he stared face to face with the monster. But, he didn't falter. No, as a Saiyan always does, he only grew stronger. His muscles tensed and although not as strong as his fellow general, he was strong enough to overpower the invader and slam the blunt of his spear into its neck. The air crackled in that moment, the creature rocketing towards the ground and breaking several sound barriers.

In that moment, the other abominations could only stare for a bit before taking action and charge forward to avenge their fallen comrade. However, this Saiyan had met their energy and simply doubled it. No. . .he quadrupled it! With experienced skill and heightened determination, he narrowed weaved the frontal thrust that only grazed his face, the blood spewing into the air in the same amount of time it took him to grab the holy lance and pull one of the creatures in. Before it knew it, he retaliated with a thrust of his own that hoisted it's body over his head before throwing it to the ground with the rest of the corpse while almost immediately spinning back around to block several strikes at once consecutively. In that instant, he saw an opening, taking the chance to knee one in the jaw while positioning his spear horizontally to deflect off the other two strikes. He had little time to operate before he was encircled so he took the best option and swung his spear to generate a bluish-green slash wave that blew multiple of them away before finally taking off towards the target.

Though, as soon as he widened the gap, more came though before he could curse under his breath and get ready to re-engage once more, multiple Ki blast flew past him and began bombarding the ones that were sent to impede his path. He took a glance behind him, noticing his troops providing cover fire for him in order to advance and smirked, "Damn, I need to treat these guys to a drink when this is all over." As the thought passed, he refocused himself and sped up even more, his light passing through the dark clouds of smoke as cover. It was all too perfect. He could see it. The shining ray of light that existed beyond the fog. He just needed to advance at this speed and then. . .

"Just a little more. . .," He encouraged himself. Gherk was so focused and tunnel-visioned that his surroundings were a blur but he didn't care. Even if they were relying on a superstition that may or may not be true, he had to see it through, "Just a little more!"

The wind whipped across his face and before long, the light finally had reached its way out of the smoke and into the sky above. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise, relief, and confusion all welling up inside him. He couldn't understand what he was seeing but from what he could see upon entering the world above the cloud was simply just: unexplainable. Standing in the center of the orbiting clouds, a large ball the size of a small moon yet blacker than the void of space was floating above everything that he could see below. If it weren't emitting such a bright, white light then perhaps it'd have gone unnoticed. He stared at it, awe overtaking most of his emotions before he finally shook it off. He was on a battlefield and he had a mission to do. As much as he'd like to stand there and ponder, it was time to end this. He readied his spear in hand and clutched it hard before cocking it behind him. His ki flared to life as he didn't want to take any chances on how durable the thing was. He WAS going to finish things for good. He could feel his blood boil and his muscles straining themselves to exert more power. If he was going to be sore the next day then so be it. His eyes narrowed, signaling that he was finally ready to strike until. . .something felt off. Really off.

The world around him seemed to be frozen and had gone dark. A cold chill ran down his back and his body began to grow colder and colder. Gherk wasn't sure what it was that caused this but his experience told him one thing alone. If he didn't act now, he was going to die. His power nearly dropped back down like a rock and from pure reflex, he turned towards a speeding object coming from his right.

"Fast. . ." was the only thought he could make of it. The object was nothing but a blur to his eyes but just from the faint image he could make out, he knew he had only seconds before he was torn in two. Knowing this, he spun his spear and attempted to parry the blow, a prolonged sound of sharp-energy clashing against metal reverberated within the air. He grunted, the force behind the unrecognizable strike proving to be more difficult than any he has dealt with so far. He didn't have long within this single second, so he took the contingency option and side stepped towards his left in order to avoid a direct confrontation. However, what seemed to be pulsating energy still managed to graze his shoulder, causing him to wince from the burning sensation as the figure passed by. For a moment, the feeling of death loosened, only to come back immediately once the red blur seemed to have changed trajectory in adjustment to his move. His eyes widened, the urge to block once more crawling up his back. He wouldn't hesitate, he knew that but. . .as soon as he went to initiate the motion to defend by raising his weapon, his shoulder did the hesitation for him. He nearly lost his breath for a moment, the image of red drawing closer and closer for his neck as though the reaper himself had finally come to claim his soul.

All he could do was brace himself with a single thought of lamentation, "No. . .I've come too far. . ." He unbearably shut his eyes in frustration and blackened his visio-.

*SRRRRRRT!*

The sound of energy slicing through the air caused his eyes to shoot open to the sight of an orange energy wave that stood between them. The figure backed away as the blast rocketed into the sky above before diminishing into the distance. There was a small moment of silence and confusion was all Gherk could feel until he heard a voice behind him call out to him.

"Hey, you alright, little guy!?" The voice asked before which irked him greatly.

He turned, only to see his fellow general along with what looks to be a familiar Namekian that he's seen before. Troc was his name and from several meetings with the tribes of Universe 6's Planet Namek, he's been a real help with dealing against those who oppose Planet Sadala. Nevertheless though, it still didn't satated his annoyance, "I thought I told you not to call me that, SECOND General. Do you want me to cut off your tongue?"

"Wow, nice 'thank you'. . ." Galalang feigned.

Snarky though, Gherk turned to the Namekian and nodded, since he could tell that it was him who would be competent enough to save him. If it was his second general, then he'd be dead of course, "Thank you, Namekian."

"Umm, it's Troc," He informed me.

"Namekian," Gherk reaffirmed.

With a twitchy eyebrow, Troc was slowly regretting saving him. Though the three of them didn't have time to bicker as they could suddenly feel a pressure beyond comprehension weighing down on them. They all turned to the source, the former blurred figure now visible to the eye. He was cloaked, and his arms and hands were completely bandaged as the cloak's hood was partially singed and beginning to burn off. Slowly but surely, the little pieces were being blown away by the wind, and as it did. . .shock began to creep onto both of the Saiyan general's face. If they weren't in the middle of the most dangerous area of the warzone then they would have taken the time to rub their eyes and pinch themselves to see whether this was all a terrible dream or they really were hallucinating. But no. . .

"It. . .can't be. . .he didn't. . ." Gherk tried to choke out, his mouth opening and closing as the words came out in pauses. Memories of a prince resembling that of his father in both facial appearance and attitude flooded through his mind. Mission after mission. . . dinner after dinner despite it being awkward. . .and the young boy that he would see working his hardest in secret to live up to expectations. The one that he admired and became what might as well be a second son to him during the time Renzo was their leader. He clenched his teeth, his eyes burning the image into his mind on his appearance. A torn, brown cloak with no hood. His damaged armor now discarded and replaced with what seemed to be traditional, thick white robes akin to a monk with a long-sleeve black shirt underneath with matching pants tucked into his long boots that contained white gems in the center of each of them. His hair seemed to have changed as well, a partial portion where his bangs were becoming white and the back was longer now so that it stretched down to just past his lower back. He looked different but the facial features were a dead give away.

He opened and closed his mouth one last time before gritting his teeth and glare with an angered expression that was mixed with several other emotions that he couldn't even begin to describe. His next sentence came out akin to a growl, "Okara. . .just what in the hell are you doing!?" He waited for a moment, hoping to hear some explanation towards his actions but. . .nothing came. Not a single word was said to slice the silence.

Frustrated, he was about to turn his question into a demand until Galalang flew a bit forward to stop him. He took one glance at the young prince and immediately understood. The look that he gave him was far. . .far too different, "That's enough, Gherk. You have eyes don't you?" His question made his fellow general retreat back a bit before continuing.

"There's no doubt, this can't be the Okara we know. Something happened to him and we must set him straight as his seniors," Galalang insisted. However, Gherk was reluctant at first before taking another glance at his young prince. From a closer glance, it didn't look like he was showing signs of. . .being normal. No, in fact, he didn't even seem like he was viewing them as Saiyans. He didn't know but it was akin to a Human being annoyed by a bug after trying to swat it down only for it to land in the perfect killing position. The thought made him frown and grow serious before nodding.

"For once, I agree with you," Gherk admitted before turning to the Namekian behind him who seemed indifferent to the new predicament. Of course he would be, he literally didn't know the person before them was none other than the son of the king, but nevertheless, "Namekian, you should go on ahead and try to destroy that thing above. It may be our only hope of settling this once and for all."

"Keep calling me that and not by my name and I'll destroy you first. . .," Troc threatened with a growl before sighing, "But fine, apparently this seems to be a personal matter that I shouldn't be involved in. I'll take care of whatever that is but settle this quickly."

Ignoring the threat, the Saiyan general nodded, before Troc flared his Ki and flew directly passed them. He knew he'll be fine, considering he wasn't close to using his full power as of yet and could handle swarms of them by himself. He just needed to get close and finish this before more of his people had to endure the rage of war. However, to the two Saiyan generals, the strongest of soldiers within the army, it almost felt like Okara had let him go on purpose. As if he needn't be worried about the structure above. That was already a suspicious sign in itself yet they had no time to dwell on it. In time, the tension grew and the two veterans got into a stance and readied themselves for battle. It was two versus one, the odds in their favor in terms of numbers as the creatures were seen nowhere close by. Considering their prior memories of their spars against the prince during his training, he had indeed become powerful, even surpassing Gherk as a fighter yet lacking Galalang's brute strength. He could respectively defeat either one of them in a full on fight but against them both? The thought was just merely impossible.

Gherk was certain of this but suddenly, he began to feel that imminent feeling from early as Okara narrowed his eyes down on them. A feeling that serves as a reminder that he was nearly killed faster than the eye could see not even a moment earlier. Fear washed over him and his body began to sweat under his gaze while his mind nearly went blank to the point that he barely registered Okara speak to them for the first time in days. . .

"I'll kill you two. . .swiftly,"


(Returning Back To The Intense Battlefield Between Krugel And King Sadala. . .)

"Nope. . .Nope. . .Nope. . .and~ Nope!"

Swing after swing that cleaved the skys, Krugel continued to dodge and dance around as his bloodlusted opponent pursued him. Each time he narrowly missed, the angrier and more annoyed he got as Krugel gave him a smug, smirk each time he maneuvered to a new location. It was as if he was purposely letting him get close only to move away at the last second, all in order to taunt him. He clenched his teeth at the thought and swung his projected blade from his left hand in order to slice open the bastard's stomach. But once more, Krugel proved to be as nimble as before and leapt backwards before the strike could even reach him and disappeared just in time to avoid the energy slash that came afterwards. King Sadala's eyes widened, losing track of his opponent for a moment until he felt someone's back press against his.

Then, he heard his voice, "And once again, you missed. Did you know that was, I don't know, the 25th thousand times you failed to hit me?" A vein was threatening to pop from his increased blood pressure at hearing this.

"You—-!" The king snarled and turned to take another attempt, though just as soon as he did, Krugel was gone again. His eyes widened in shock as he heard the sound of cloth blowing in the wind behind him once more, his face turning slowly only to see the wide, toothing yet sadistic grin on Krugel's face. The intruder's leg was cocked back and his eyes glowed and reflected the sheer shock on the king's face.

Chuckling a bit, he exclaimed, "That isn't nice, you had plenty of attempts. It's my turn now!" His maniac laughter was short as he swung his leg down onto the Saiyan king. He didn't even have time to react, not even to the strike impact against the back of his neck. In just a split second, a sonic boom echoed as the King was sent hurling towards the ground so fast that he was just a mere blur. The sound garnered the attention of all of the surrounding men in the area who watched the loud explosion happen below, a cloud of smoke rising into the sky. They all stood shocked to see that the one who remained standing was none other than Krugel himself who looked satisfied and without a scratch on him. Fear and dread fell upon them, almost to the point where they nearly forgot that they were still in the midst of battle. They didn't have time to mourn nor did they have time yet. . .: Their King had been dealt a grave blow. They never felt so powerless, a race designed for battle with instincts unrivaled. They were beginning to lose drive, ambition and faith, their fighting spirits dwindling so much Krugel could tell from afar. He sighed to himself.

"Looks like he isn't among them if this is as much as their "King" has to offer. . .," Krugel dejected, now bored of the whole thing, "I suppose that's that. A "King" existing and ruling a planet of imperfection are meaningless before the New Genesis to come. I suppose I'll leave the selection process to the new guy and continue onto the main objective. Nothing else within this Universe comes close to becoming a candidate anymore."

He was about to turn and take his leave. There was nothing left for him here and to say the least, he wasn't required to deal with the rest of the clean-up. He was planning to let this planet stay for a bit longer and leave it to develop with their soon to be leader in control of development. That was part of the deal after all and he couldn't refute that the amount of specimens to use are noteworthy and more than enough to conjure up more candidates. The Mara were a problem that could be settled with a snap of a finger, so all he had to do was head straight towards—

*ZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRT!*

He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound that his ears had caught. It was faint yet it alarmed him about something strange. His eyes twitched at the sensation, his thoughts running through each anomaly he was feeling, "The air. . .it's getting hotter and faster. . ." From that thought alone, he turned around to face the ground, his eyes staring curiously into the smoke. Nothing, he saw nothing but darkness within the dust cloud. Perhaps it was just his imagination? His mind playing tricks on hi—

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*

There it was again, the sound of some form of electricity ripping the air. No attack was launched. . .at least not yet, but he could clearly see sparks of red below within the smoke. He squinted, his eyes making out two, glowing red blades and the faint body that had a type grip on them. Somewhat elated by this, Krugel couldn't help but grin at his "entertainment" seemingly back on their feet, "Oh, back up for seconds? At least I know you can take a 'love-tap'." He got no response.

The figure was breathing heavily with blood seeping down the side of his face and staining his hair while his armor was cracked partially to showcase his left pectoral. However, he soon gained enough breath to fire a retort, "Yeah. . .I sure hope you can take one of mine as well. . ." Krugel raised an eyebrow, his heightened hearing faintly picking up on the words. He was about to question further until suddenly, the cloud dispersed from a sudden burst of electricity that began to swirl into a tornado. His eyes widened in surprise, almost neglecting the energy condense down a bit for it to only swirl beneath the King's feet from where he stood, his hands gripping the even longer blades the were the length of his body. His eyes glared up at him glowing a magenta color so fierce that it actually managed to make him shiver in anticipation. From where he stood, there was no longer a "king". No, this was a beast.

"With all the LOVE that you instilled upon us," King Sadala began spinning the jagged energy blades together until they stopped just as the two butts of where the hilt should be were facing each other, "I'll return the love-tap back to you tens of hundreds of folds over!"

He slammed the two blades together, causing the electricity to grow more uncontrollable until a bright, white light illuminated the surface of the surrounding area. Everyone, including the Mara they were facing, stopped fighting as the pressure was so intense it threatened to eradicate those who won't subjugate. Krugel was in awe, impressed that there was a hidden trump-card that was being kept locked. The light simmered down, only to reveal the king shrouded in an ever changing aura between the colors of the rainbow while holding what appeared to be a jagged long-bow below his waist. He sighed, his expression calming down as he stared at Krugel's shocked expression, "Be glad, this is the first time anyone has ever witnessed this attack since the first Sadala King. Not even the God of Destruction knows about it." Without much hesitation, he raised the bow and pointed it at Krugel who tensed off reflex–wait. . .

"I. . .tensed?" Krugel questioned himself.

The King Sadala, sucked in a breath and warned, "There is no point in trying to dodge this. It'll be too fast for you to escape and I'll tell you this. . .I'm quite the marksmen" As soon as he said that, the rainbow color aura and bow began to spew electricity of varying colors all around him. Instinctively, Krugel's body was screaming at him to dodge but for some reason, he couldn't move. Time seemed to be frozen for him as King Sadala placed two fingers at the center of the Ki-construct and pulled back, the action creating a long strand of Ki that was itching to be released. He bent his knees which the mere movement was enough to cause the ground to crack beneath him.

"For the pride of the Saiyans. . ." He muttered, the aura now forming the abstract face of the Oozaru behind him. Upon the appearance of it, Krugel couldn't help but feel something he didn't think he'd feel in a long time: the premise of Death.

"Tch. . .!" Krugel grunted, his hand moving to take action but. . .it was too late.

"Take this!" King Sadala roared,the final burst of power rushing through him and enlarging both the bow and arrow even further. All of his strength, all of his people's pride, all of the passion they held. . .was unleashed into one final cry that represented his rule to those who didn't know his story, "ADAMANTINE: FLASHING VAJRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Blinding. Brilliant and faster than a comet. That was all that can be described at the release of the attack, a thin, white line that trailed jagged lightning behind it ripping through the sky towards its target who could do nothing but watch. It drew closer and before he knew it, all Krugel could see was white before the arrow rocketed itself towards into the clouds, causing them to swirl around into a circle before exploding into a blinding flash. . .A flash whose thunder echoed throughout the battlefield with the storm clouds raging all around the area and eradicating the Mara who weren't caught in the ensuing explosion. To all those who witnessed it, this wasn't just an attack to their oppressors but one to send a message to the heavens themselves.


A/N: I think this is a good spot to leave it off though it wasn't initially what I had in mind to end off on. Before our heroes arrive, I wanted to give some spotlight to the Universe 6 Saiyans themselves and my version of King Sadala to showcase that they simply weren't useless. As you can tell, the last big attack of the chapter was based on Indra's Vajra which was a rainbow colored bow that shoots lightning bolts. The sword-technique was a reference to Fate: Prototype's Gilgamesh, Enki which can be combined into a bow. Reason why I kinda mention this technique is because it does have some ties to the main plot but other than that, the next chapter will give more insight on Krugel's main objective. Don't count him out just yet ;). As far as fights choreography go's, I didn't go as hard as I typically would have since I want to save some of my. . .uh imagination? Yeah that, for later. Anyways, that's all for now and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until we meet again!